I had to gasp and also chuckle this weekend.
Whilst visiting my parents I noticed the wall opposite my parents house was demolished. This house belongs to a man in his 80’s called John, who has lived in that house most of his life. Whilst most of the residents of the street my parents live in have long gone he must be the eldest resident.
My parents have never had a very expensive car, like me they only see cars of a means of getting from A to B and not an icon or status symbol.
My parents both own a car each in order to get to work and back and usually buy a second hand car in order that when it starts to go wrong they just scrap it and buy another. My dad’s latest acquisition was a 1990’s red Peugeot 206 and it was on it’s way out and my dad told me a week ago he was going to get rid of it that weekend and get a new one.
On the other hand my neighbour, who whilst being a very nice guy, has always had this complex about boasting about how big his car is and how much it cost. His latest purchase was a Rover, leather heated seats, Sat nav and all that jazz.
Anyway last Saturday as my neighbour started his car he realised that he had the handbrake off, not wanting to hit my fathers car he swerved to the other side of the road, hitting the neighbours wall but not stopping there he managed to crash into two Black Audi’s then carrying on he crashed into a garage, hitting a VW camper van before finally crushing a motorbike.
The total damage was over £25,000. One crushed wall, two very badly damaged Audi’s, one written off VW camper van and motorbike. The total value of my fathers car? Around £250.
One very costly mistake.